Geometric Demon of Night’s beckoning,
shrouded jester of concealed doom.
Fate, who can divine your labyrinths,
oh Sprite of capricious ruin.
The forlorn woman waits upon you,
deathly hollowed are her eyes,
oh veiled implacable Destroyer,
for all who have known you undisguised.
I have sought the fervid and crushing Wheel,
I have heard lamenting enslaved to Time,
the cries of those upon duration,
to be released within the Rhyme;
of celestial harmonies angelic,
dreams freed from the Weaver’s snare,
woven on tapestries of lies,
for all those left unaware.
To soar beyond a livid play,
the Devil studying ceaseless games,
to ponder within unending mirrors,
the imprisoned hopes of mortal blames.
Yet Freedom, oh elusive Light,
oh enduring Horizon, out of reach,
in Your distance do You know Yourself,
or in the slavery hope to teach;
the irony of Human Life?
The dismal grasping of our ways?
Indeed, to that which dies in depths,
of fleeting froth upon the waves?
May I ever reach the stillest point,
the Axis innermost to waltz bestride
Death!
To woo Last Exultation,
and become the Void’s extinguished Bride.
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